Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, my God. My turkey. My turkey!

This is the best Thanksgiving...

Marshall was pretty bummed out.

So, not only did you stop them from moving to Florida,

- Transferable! - Transferable!

- I had a nightmare. - Oh, sweetie.

Okay, rule number one, the slap must occur before sundown,

I supported you when our neighbor, Mr. Ossias, was dead to you.

- I'd like to offer you this slap. - Really?

- So never, huh? - No, not a word.

This once pure fruit has turned into a poisoned slap-ple.

Take your time, amigo. I'm okay, as long as I have "Diseases!"

Wait, Marshall, you realize you'll only have one left after this.

Because I'm still in love with you!

Are you sure you want to spend this slap today?

We are not ridiculously close.

I'm sorry, but that's weird.

- What happened? - Uh, he wanted me to pay rent.

which I thought was totally uncalled for.

In fact, I want to study slapping under your tutelage.

If anyone's gonna slap him, it's gonna be me.

So, Rita, are you excited about the big move to Florida?

This is basically hell on Earth.

- so as not to interfere with Lily's meal. - Damn straight.

And Marshall had found the perfect turkey.

Rita? Where's my truss?